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car religion

The Pope & The Limo

From Ernie:

After putting all of Pope Benedict’s luggage loaded into the limo, (and he doesn’t travel lightly), the driver notices the Pope is still standing on the curb.

‘Excuse me, Your Holiness,’ says the driver, ‘Would you please take your seat so we can leave?’

‘Well, to tell you the truth,’ says the Pope, ‘they never let me drive at the Vatican when I was a cardinal, and I’d really like to drive today..’

‘I’m sorry, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I’d lose my job! What if something should happen?’ protests the driver, wishing he’d never gone to work that morning.

‘Who’s going to tell?’ says the Pope with a smile.

Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision because, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 205 kph. (Remember, the Pope is German..)

‘Please slow down, Your Holiness!’ pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.

‘Oh, dear God, I’m going to lose my license — and my job!’ moans the driver.

The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches, but the cop takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.

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cat italian

Crazy Europeans!

From Adriana:

Five Germans in an Audi Quattro arrive, at the Italian border. The Italian Customs agent stops them and tells them:
“It’sa illegala to putta 5 people in a Quattro.”
“Vot do you mean it’z illegal?” asks the German driver.
“Quattro meansa four” replies the Italian official.
“Qvattro is just ze name of ze automobile”, the Germans says unbelievingly. “Look at ze papers: zis car is designt to kerry 5 perzons.”
“You can’ta pulla thata one on me!”,replies the Italian customs agent.
“Quattro meansa four. You hava fivea people ina your car and you are thereforea breaking the law.”
The German driver replies angrily, “You idiot! Call your zupervisor over,  I vant to speak to somevone viz more intelligence!”
“Maaa sorry”, responds the Italian official, “he can’ta come. He’sa busy witha 2 guys in a Fiat Uno !…”

http://www.timony.com/jokes/2009/01/01/crazy-europeans/

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ill irish religion

Jesus goes into a bar

Here’s a bit of a sacrilegious one from Edel. It’s a very Irish themed joke, to really get the punchline you have to know that Tallaght is a working class suburb of Dublin.

Jesus goes into a bar and sits at a table in the corner.

An Australian, a German and a Tallaght man are in the bar. They’re staring at the man sitting by himself, at a table in the corner. He’s so familiar, and not recognizing him is driving them mad.

They stare and stare, until suddenly the Tallaght man twigs: ‘My God, it’s Jesus!’

Sure enough, it is Jesus nursing a pint.

Thrilled, they send him over a pint of Guinness, a pint of Fosters and a pint of Becks.  Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men, and drinks the pints slowly, one after another. After he’s finished the drinks, Jesus approaches the trio.

He reaches for the hand of the German and shakes it thanking him for the Becks. When he lets go, the German gives a cry of amazement: ‘My God, the arthritis I’ve had for thirty years is gone. It’s a miracle!’

Jesus then shakes the hand of the Aussie, thanking him for the lager.

As he lets go, the man’s eyes widen in shock. ‘Strewth mate, the back pain I’ve had all my life is completely gone! It’s a miracle.’

Jesus then approaches the Tallaght man, who knocks over a chair and a table trying to get away from the Son of God.

‘What’s wrong?’ says Jesus.

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